CHAPTER X
As they left the dinner-table, Opal passed the Boy on her way to her stateroom, and laying her hand upon his arm, looked up into his face appealingly. He wondered how any man could resist her.
"Let's put the book away, Paul, and never look at it again!"
"Will you be good to me if I do?" he demanded.
She considered a moment. "How?" she asked, finally.
"Come out for just a few moments under the stars, and say good-night."
"The idea! I can say good-night here and now!" She hesitated.
"Please, Opal! I seldom see you alone—really alone—and this is our last night, you know. To-morrow we shall part—perhaps forever—who knows? Can you be so cruel as to refuse this one request. Please come!"
His eyes were wooing, her heart fluttering in response.
"Well—perhaps!" she said.